Kei
The sterile environment was familiar to him. White walls and ceilings, bright lights, the beeping sound of machines, and the acidic smell of antiseptics were all things he had grown used to, yet, he had never been able to embrace, even if they were part of his daily life and something he knew to be necessary.
Kei was supposed to be unique, a rare precious pearl that was better, stronger, and more developed than others - the first rays of hope for their kind.
Despite this fact, with machines connected to his vital points and needles stuck everywhere, he felt utterly powerless.
Laying on his back on the hammock of one of his family’s smaller laboratories, Kei heaved a sigh, closing his eyes as he felt the piercing of a needle sting his arm. He could never understand why the hell the
